( open ) our ag wing's back and you're gonna be in trouble (hey now! hey now! our ag wing's back)

[initiates]

Date & Time: October 31st, 3313, 11:59PM - November 3rd, 3313, ????
Location: Agriculture Wing, Moon Base to start. Cafeteria, warehouse, docking bay, VR rooms, Transport Pad, or Observatory later on.
Characters: Any & all!
Summary: Space Zombies are allowed out of the Agriculture Wing, slowly revving up their systems to try and infect and absorb as many of the Transports (or 12 Initiative Members) as possible.
Warnings: Log will be locked for potentially graphic violence. Please warn in threads should the violence or gore become graphic.
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Everything is a success at first, from the cool rush of air out of the Agriculture Wing once the doors are fully unlocked, to the heady sense of accomplishment for finally moving forward on something good for the long-term usability of the Moon Base. It's intended to remain a resource, after all, but not be a permanent home. Fraying tempers and the sense of cabin fever descending on Transports continues to showcase how important it is to get back down on Earth to regain some breathing room.

There's little enough dust between all the unmoving, unlit structures, many even supporting the barest dried husks of what once grew there. Upon the lightest touch, they disintegrate, turning into a dust that falls to the ground. The silent rows will be reclaimed and turned into functioning units, based on Transport efforts, and Transport time invested in the project.

There's just one problem. Something stirs in the reclaimed wing, among tangles of hosing and wiring. Skitterings and movements that make no sense for a long abandoned Moon Base. The further in Transports go, relying on magic or technology to generate light past the bare minimum maintained by the base, the more disturbing sights they may run into.

Of course, the most disturbing of all might be lying just around the far corner -- but don't worry, it's only a flesh wound. Try not to get surprised in the machinery, caught suffering from not looking up or caught making out with anything unsavory this holiday season, Transports. We need all of you to stay alive!

We can't bring you back right now!

Comments

[luxuresombre]

Ah? I do hope the poor dears won't get food poisoning.

[She manages to sound vaguely concerned while fighting fairly viciously.]

[aequivoci]

[ sarcastically: ] I'm sure they'll manage.

[luxuresombre]

He is rather fond of them, as I understand it.

Say, are you feeling at all ill? [Backward slash, forward hack, spin and whip, shove right forward; she gives him an innocently questioning look.]

[aequivoci]

Quite.

[ He is already extra guarded being in her presence, plus dealing with the zombies around them, but that question makes his eye narrow. He uses a spell to slice & dice the zombies into multiple, sloppy pieces before turning almost all of his attention on her. ]

And why would you care about my well-being?

[luxuresombre]

It's just that I have heard that this condition is contagious. I wouldn't want you to get infected and suffer, you know. It would be distressing.

[It is actually partially true, and he might pick up on that if he reads a little more into her level voice. Not so much the suffering part, but she's not quite sure what a zombified Exorcist General would be like, and she's not eager to find out.]

[aequivoci]

[ He snorts, not only because he does pick up on her slight concern for him — the fact there is any concern in the first place is...well, weird — but because he himself imagines a zombified Exorcist General.

See, that is one way to make Allen practice how to keep his emotions out of a fight. Hmm...... ]

I have heard this myself, and none of these abominations will be able to touch me. Your concern is heartwarming, though.

[luxuresombre]

I see. My mind is at ease now that I know you are safe. [She puts active effort into enforcing her monotone on that one.

And then a hiss of frustration.]

Do you see an end to these creatures?

[aequivoci]

[ Monotone effectively picked up on. Relax, your concern for your enemy is a closely-guarded secret. ]

The only way they will effectively stop is if we can find a source they originate from. With how old this place apparently was, said source could be anywhere, or entirely nonexistent.